
Friday, October 23, 2009
~ 10:20 PM ~
Its the littlest things that makes us happy.
A pocketful of sunshine
following us is enough.
When was the time when luck came knocking on the door?
When it ever did,
we just let it slip between our fingers.
Total opposites we are.
But I chose to lead a blind eye,
thinking that everything is going to be alright.
Now that we are here,
I suppose that you want to withdraw yourself.
Hide from the danger,
finding every possibility to avoid the situation.
There are entrances and exits.
Now that you accomplished that grand entrance of yours,
I expect another show put on.
Seeing you sauntering away from my life,
gracefully heading towards the exit.
Now you seem to be stuck in a position.
You are neither here nor there,
I'm the one having the laugh
while you slowly ripped yourself to shreds.
Slowly disintegrating yourself,
slowly fading away
like a distant memory I'm unable to recall.
But with every battle there will be scars of the past.
No matter which way you choose,
scars inflicted from your past still haunt you down.
You crossed the barrier,
you started your misery.
The one who created the war,
must also create a solution.
The one who created the war,
must also find both entrances and exits.